Redhawk Caldera it's over.

Fin stared across the Caldera's terrain as Elwood spoke softly to her. The thought of Fox being pregnant brought the faintest of smiles twitching briefly across her muzzle. It somehow did make it better that he had knocked up his mate before he went. He would have wanted that. He was dead. There would be puppies soon. Raven had come home. Eljay, Liffey, Lagan. Fin's mind felt disconnected, as though there was a wide gap of space between each individual thought. They connected somewhere to each other, but she couldn't see the lines. They were just words and images. Peregrine was dead.

Finley could only nod to signify that she had heard the news. She stood after a beat, ignoring the remaining rabbit at her paws that she had been so determined to finish only moments before. She stepped towards Elwood, her ears sinking back as she reached to touch her nose to his in that familiar way they always had. She looked meekly down at her paws when the gesture was done before taking a breath and looking back at her mate's handsome face.

"Where are the kids?" Fin asked quietly. She was ready to see them. She needed to see them. Peregrine was dead and Fox was pregnant. And Finley had been gone far, far too long.